It was May of 2017 when I first found out I would be getting a PICC (peripherally inserted central catheter) line. I didn’t want to tell my partner, fearing it would change the dynamic we had. I vividly remember telling myself in the mirror, “nobody’s going to love you with a PICC line”, and fully believing my reflection. There were nights when I would sob in my pillow, wishing this wasn’t my reality, praying for magic that could turn me into a healthy 21-year-old.

In the past few months, I’ve been overwhelmed with the support we’ve received with Chronically Capable. A year ago today, I would have laughed if someone told me I’d be telling the world about my fight with Lyme disease. Yet, here I am, practicing the art of vulnerability every single day, sharing my story and my mission.

My days started out with 14 pills, a shot in my stomach, and a 24 oz drink that tastes like dish soap... I’d work 9-6, try to see friends after, and then go home to do my nightly routine, which consisted of your regular household tasks. Then I’d take another 14 pills, and go to sleep. I did this for six months and managed to still smile, for the most part.